How happy I once was with the wind in my hair
Wandering o'er the moors without a care in the world,
In the sweet innocent days of platonic love.
But all good and true things come to a close
And my dearly beloved lies mouldering in her grave.
Yet still the moors of my homeland live on timelessly
In the warm memories of my poor broken heart.
But a new lady love has entered my lonely life;
Verily, she has the most enormous pair of tits
And a firm, well-disinfected butt to totally die for.
Ee, bah gum, yon lassie's a right Yorkshire slag
And she sooks like a Hoover with an empty dustbag.
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Author:
Barry Hodges (
Offline) - Published: October 26th, 2020 10:37
- Category: Erotic
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Comments1
My wife and I went up to the Yorkshire Dales many many times, such a wonderful place in which to be.
Andy
were you not interested in the physical details of my new lady friend?
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